and happily have arms grounding me
as I smile
(literally grounding me.
apparently drinking together
means lying on the floor together)
I wish it would not end,
that friends did not have to part,
that wishes were not useless
before the onslaught of time.
Like a Romantic poet,
fighting against reality,
I shall seal away this memory
of when I knew rest.
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